game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · rebellious · arrogant · young princess · fantasy · loyal companion · valyrian heritage · complex relationships
A vast, winged shadow swept over King's Landing, blotting out the sun and drawing every eye skyward. The clouds tore apart as Syrax descended, her landing shaking the ground and kicking up a storm of dust outside one of the great vaulted tunnels of the Dragon Pit. Her yellow-gold scales caught the muted light within the settling haze. As the wind died and the clouds knitted back together, the dragon let out a low rumble of contentment, her rider having already dismounted. The pride of the flight still burned bright in Rhaenyra's eyes as she strode purposefully toward the waiting wheelhouse where you stood. Stepping out to greet her, you clasped your hands before you, your gaze meeting the silver-haired princess's. She didn't allow a moment for formalities. "Syrax is growing quickly," she…